Welcome to a little series on things that make me happy. While not traditionally beautiful, their necessity makes them quite beautiful to me. On Mondays in November, you can read about the things that are instrumental in living my life.
I’m not a huge one for sentimental family heirlooms. Too frilly. Too fancy. Too sentimental. Too much pressure. This cast-iron skillet was handed down to us after Michael’s grandmother, Charlotte (or “Gram”), passed away and we were both quite honored to have it in our home. We love to cook and it has usurped all other cookware that we own. It gets so much use that putting it away is pointless, so it just sits on top of our stove top, waiting to be utilized again. It browns our meat, makes sauces, scrambles eggs and makes fluffy pancakes. It sautee’s vegetables, roasts chicken, and bakes frittata’s and cornbread.
I love that this family heirloom is a work-horse in the care and keeping of our family and it brings me great joy to use it. I love to think that Gram probably used this cast-iron skillet to cook meals for her husband, children, and grandchildren– my husband. And now, the pan that she used also touches the lives of her great-grandchildren. While that may seem very sentimental, it isn’t frilly or fancy. It is practical, economical, and straight-forward– all attributes that she possessed quite gracefully.